Barringer High School - Athenaeum Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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EDITORIAL. himself with the High Sehool four years ago, and during that time his eareer gave ample assurance of future success. Of amiable disposition, genial temper, and large social tendencies, he endeared him- self to teacher and pupil alike. He was a faithful student, apt and ready to learn, and if life and health had been spared, would have graduated with honor. We shall ever hold him in pleasant and affec- tionate memory: “ Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, He sparkled, was exhaled and went to heaven.” We have on our table a goodly number of essays and poems which we would publish if we had room, but even our four extra pages will not suffice for them. Among the articles laid over are “The Dew-drops Story,” by Miss Edith M. Jaco- bus, ’92. “A Picture in the Coals,” by Miss Clara 0. Simonson, 92. “ Biddy,” by Miss Carrie J. Osborne, 93. “A New Year’s Call,” by Miss Maria H. Ely, ’93. “ Sea Weed,” by Miss Minnie Ochs, ’93. It is to be feared that the grandeur of some of Shaw’s periods will be eclipsed by the brilliant rhetoric of the Senior girls’ recitations in literature. ONE quietly made us acquainted with the fact that a new word has recently been coined by saying: “ Spenser is still the third name in our literature, and he has not been surplanted, except by Dante, in any other.” BABY MAUD. The sun was shining his brightest, The skies were of deepest blue When Maud and I went walking And roaming the meadows through. Such a dear, sweet, little maiden, Her years only numbered three, But I think ’twas the fairest vision That ever appeared to me. Her cheeks were pink as the wild-rose, Her eyes of the violet’s blue That hide in the green, grassy meadows, And peep through their leaves at you. Said Maud, in a faint, little whisper, “ I feel so happy, don’t you? I’ve wondered and I’ve wondered Aunty, why the sky is so blue. Tis the color of gentians aud blue bells, And the color of mama’s eyes, And I think whenever I see them They’re made from part of the skies, “ And I’ll tell you something, Aunty, In them I always see, Two dear little angel faces. Smiling and laughing at me.” Dear baby, God keep her ever So pure in life’s long race. That whatever reflects her image Shall show an angel’s face. A. C. R., CLASS OF ’9O. PRIZES OF 1889. For the highest per cent, in Scholarship and Deportment of the Class in German during the year—Edward Goeller Prize— Charles R. Floyd. For the highest per cent, in Scholarship, Deportment, and Attendance of the Gradu- ates of the Commercial Department—Gift of the Gentlemen of the Class of Scventy- N ine—M a x Ha m m e rsc i i lag. For the highest total average of all the examinations for the four years by the Young Ladies—Gift of the Alumni— Jennie B. Harvey.

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EDITORIAL. 21 The High vSchool records testify to the fact that the Senior Class of ’90 (gentle- men) is larger than any previous graduat- ing class. At the beginning of the year it consisted of twenty-four young gentle- men possessing undoubted abilities, unlim- ited knowledge, and vast resources of wit. This is not unusual, for you have all heard that any household possessing the con- venience of a sixteen-year-old boy may dispense with all dictionaries and encyclo- paedias. You have also heard that ’a young man of sixteen invariably knows vastly more than his father. This par- ticular Senior Class, besides being the largest, is also the brightest—at least so the teachers tell us. This, however, doesn’t turn our heads, because the teachers say the same thing to each class every year. But we fear this class is rather naughty; should this be the fact, the case is very sad. Every year brings with it changes— changes in the school as well as in the home. German has been introduced into the girls’ department as an optional study —the choice being between that and Latin. The large number of pupils who have chosen the new study thus indicate their preference for the Teutonic language of to-day instead of the “dead language” of the ancient Romans. Miss Buettner is guiding the classes of the main building through the mazes of the German primer, while Miss Bigelow and Miss C. E. Crane teach the “Annex” German classes. The “Annex ” comprises six classes, Miss Freer being in general charge. The other two first year classes arc still in the main building. The three second year classes go on about as usual, the general routine being varied on Wednesday afternoons by Mr. Sonn’s lecture in the Laboratory, He has offered a prize to the scholar who shall write the best abstracts of his lectures. The Juniors now occupy the two rooms in the rear of the Seniors, and are presided over by Miss Crane and Mrs. Sherwood (formerly Miss Winans.) The Seniors? Well, they are Seniors. Time flies so quickly they can hardly realize that the culminating point is reached, that soon the school doors will be closed upon them and they will be numbered with the classes of the past. They have developed extraordinary talent in the line of amateur lectures on astron- omical subjects and bid fair to become brilliant and world-famed star-gazers— these wonderful Seniors who have never yet viewed the heavens through the magic lens of a telescope. To Miss Leyden, who has initiated them into the mysteries of the celestial sphere, they have declared themselves ready to “believe almost any- thing.” With all the assistance which is at their command, they should pursue their search after knowledge with com- parative ease, but in Geometry, especially, there is considerable faltering and stumb- ling, though it is not caused by the “stub- bornness of Miss Polyedron,” but by the seeming unconquerableness of Miss Plane and her sharp angles. With the excep- tion of such small class difficulties, High School affairs seem to be in a favorable condition, with prospects of an ever-widen- ing influence for the school. The edi- tors close with wishes that the New Year may be a happy and prosperous one for the friends and patrons of this institution of learning. With feelings of pain and sadness we record the untimely death of our young friend and schoolfellow, Frank B. Voor- hees, a member of the Senior Class, who died on December 20, 1889, at the home of his parents in this city. He associated

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MARRIAGES AND DEATHS. For the best Oration—Gift of the Alumni —Edmund K. Hopper. For the highest per cent, in Mathematics during the past four years—John L. John- son Medal—Kittie V. N. Crane. For the highest percent, in Scholarship of the entire Class as shown by the final examination—George B. Swain Medal— Carrie I). Schieck. For the best Rhetorical work during the 23 year by the young ladies—Tichenor Medal Marion Thomas. For the best final Essay of the young ladies—Abbie A. E. Taylor Medal — Genevieve S. Grork. For the highest per cent, in Scholarship, Deportment, and Attendance of the entire Class during the year—Hovey Medal— Hester B. Dean. MARRIAGES. Miss Annie M. Force, 71, to Mr. Harvey J. Poinier. Mr. Charles E. S. Thorn, ’76, to Miss Minnie Hyde. Mr. Albert D. Burgesser, 77 to Miss Ella Finter, '83. Mr. William L. Ilazen, ’79, to Miss Olive Starr. Mr. Elmer L. Rodrigo, ’79, to Miss Anna M. Paulin. Miss Sarah E. Bowers, 80, to Mr. Henry Applegate. Miss Mattie Putnam, ’85, to Mr. George E. Rowland. Miss Lillian B. Jerolomon, '8$, to Mr. Charles Brintzinghoffer. Miss Grace Dawson, ’86, to Mr. Robert (). Bell. Miss May Hendrick, ’88, to Mr. William M. Berry, Jr. DEATHS. Mr. Willis Bristol, 74. Miss Helen Tunison, ’93. Frank B. V x rhees, ’90. FRANK B. VOORIIEES, Class ok 90. died 1 Closed arc the eyes that have sparkled with laughter, Sealed are the lips that have smiled in pure mirth. Silently, noiselessly, Angels surrounded thee, Bore thee triumphantly Hence from the earth. Gone in the bloom of thy youthful ambition; Gone from our midst, facing death undeterred. Silently, noiselessly, Angels surrounded thee, Ami immortality On thee conferred. SC. 20, 1009. Silence now falls in the place of thy gladness; Silence has buried thine earthly strife. Pensive and thoughtful we linger in sadness, Never again may we meet in this life. Dead! the world cries, Dead! echo sighs Dead. Dead to the world, but to us thou art near: Vision may fail, yet is memory dear, List'ning, there come to us words of cheer, Joyous I dwell in happintss here.” Living! the angels cry. Living! echoes reply, Living. N. K.